It is only the ill-affected, the malcontents, who dwell upon such details.

Is this not, indeed, a most beautiful world, and ours the land of opportunity, progress, education?
Let our faces, then, be ever glad and shining.

Let us tune ourselves with the Infinite; let a golden thread run through all our days; no frowns, no grouches, no scolding--no, no! No ingratitude for all the bounties of Providence.

Let us, then, be up and doing .-- Doing, certainly; but why not think a little too?
Why is thinking in such disfavor?
Why is thinking, about subjects and things, the one crime never forgiven by respectability?
We have given away our resources, what should have been our common wealth; we have squandered our land, wasted our forests.

"Such trifles are not my business," interrupts History, rather feverish of manner; "my duty to record and magnify the affairs of the great."-- Allow me, madam; we have given away our coal, the wealth of the past; our oil, the wealth of to-day; except we do presently think to some purpose, we shall give away our stored electricity, the wealth of the future--our water power which should, which must, remain ours and our children's.